We came together, breathing heavily, sweat dripping into our eyes, and our mouths glued to each other, until we fell boneless onto the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs.
“This is how it was always meant to be between us, Sophia. Just like this.” I sighed happily. “Every night should end like this. With you in my arms and my cum dripping out of you. Every night should end this perfectly.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sophia
Time passed quickly, too quickly, and I missed my daughter every day. It didn’t get any easier being away from her, but things between Matteo and me did get easier. We fell into a routine that seemed almost normal. Almost like it was always going to be this way.
It wasn’t normal, though. And even though we grew closer, there was still a gulf between us. One that neither one of us spoke about.
Not one of us mentioned the fact that I was nothing but his mistress, and he didn’t ask what Gio had been talking to me about in the club all those weeks ago. I didn’t either, but that didn’t mean it didn’t weigh on me.
I thought about it often, especially at times like this, when Matteo was away sorting out business.
I missed him when he left. That was the time when the loneliness was almost too much to bear, and I thought about Lily and my life back in the UK.
Part of me, and it was a pretty loud part, felt like sneaking out, although I wasn’t a prisoner here. According to Matteo, I was free to try to find a place I could call home. I knew that hearing Lily’s voicewould make me feel better, and I could really do with Nat’s advice as well.
She would tell me to leave, though. She would tell me to run and remind me that I didn’t owe Gio anything.
But doing that would risk everything. I knew that Matteo had people watching me. He’d be stupid if he didn’t. They were there for my safety but also to report back to him.
Sighing, I fell onto the sofa and pulled the thick, knitted blanket over my legs. The weather had started to turn chilly, and with nothing better to do, I had turned into a bit of a slob. Sweatpants, snacks, and movies in that order and on the sofa.
I’d just picked up the remote when the intercom sounded, making me jump.
In the entire time I had been here, not once had it gone off. Matteo didn’t have to buzz himself in, and any groceries I needed were sent up in the elevator at the same time every day.
Jumping up, I stared at the elevator. What was I supposed to do now? Was I even allowed visitors?
Again, it went off, and this time I moved toward it. Pressing my thumb to the button, my apartment was suddenly filled with a man’s voice that I didn’t recognize.
“Hi there. This is Luka from downstairs. I have your brother here. Am I okay to send him up?”
“My brother?” Why did my voice sound so unsure? “Gio?”
There was a pause where I was sure he was trying not to laugh at me. “Yes.”
“Is…” Why was my voice shaking? Surely I should have been happy to have a visitor, even if things between me and Gio were strained? “Is he allowed up?”
There was another pause. “You are allowed visitors, yes.”
“Well, that’s good.” It wasn’t good. I really didn’t want to see my brother. No good could come from any conversation we had. “Send him up,”
I had just folded the throw when the elevator whooshed open and my brother stepped out. His eyes swept over my sweatpants and thebaggy T-shirt with its cheesy stain on the front, and he shook his head.
“It’s good to see you, little sister.” Sweeping across the room, he pressed his dry lips to my cheek in a brotherly kiss. “Even if you smell of Cheetos.”
Pulling away, I frowned. “I can’t say the same, Gio,” I snapped. “What do you want?”
“Can’t a brother visit his little sister?” Without an invitation, he fell down onto the sectional, theatrically brushing crumbs from the seat. “You’ve turned into a bit of a slob. How are you going to seduce our enemy when you…”
“What do you want?” I asked again.
Leaning back, he studied me. “And I told you…”
I cut him off. “It’s been a month since I last spoke to you, Gio, and even longer since you dragged me here. So I’ll ask again, and this time you had best tell me the truth, or so help me God, I will call down for Luka and have him drag your ass out.”
